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MEMORIAL HALL 
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Andover, Massachusetts 
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REMINISCENCES 



OF 



ANDOVER 



By SUSAN E. JACKSON 



Andover, Mass. 

The Andover Press 

1914 



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REMINISCENCES 



A SORT OF SEQUEL TO OLD ANDOVER DAYS BY 

Mrs. Robbins 



Mrs. Robbins in her interesting book, Old 
Andover Days, speaks of Phillips Inn as made 
for a Students' Workshop. She gives the 
impression that the chief industry practiced 
there was making coffins — but in fact, any 
mechanical trade was there pursued by any 
one acquainted with it. Before the formation 
of the Education Society, this building was 
erected to enable theological students to earn 
the means of meeting their expenses. When 
factories supplanted their industry, and im- 
proved means of transporting goods came, 
their work ceased. 

I still have my doll's cradle which was 
made there by a student named Whitney, and 
my rolling-pin, which still serves in my 
pantry, was made there by some theological 
craftsman. 



For many years the building was disused, 
till it occurred to the trustees to convert it 
into a gymnasium, for the students and the 
boys in Phillips Academy. 

Mrs. Stowe, when she first came to Ando- 
ver, had finished her story of Uncle Tom's 
Cabin, as a serial in the National Era, and 
was attending to its publication as a book in 
two volumes by a Boston firm. She boarded 
at the Samaritan House — now Mr. Stearns's. 
Going into the gymnasium one day, she dis- 
covered the fine prospect from the north 
windows, and, charmed by it, would accept 
no other houscthe trustees could offer her. 

In vain they declared it impossible to so 
reconstruct its interior as to make it fit for a 
dwelling-house. She gave her own wit to 
the problem and produced a plan which was 
carried out to her satisfaction. 

The next house on Chapel Avenue was 
built for a sanitarium by an organization of 
ladies in Boston — including the wives of the 
professors and resident trustees, called the 
Samaritan Society. Here students were to 
be nursed in sickness, for there were no 
hospitals nearer than Boston and no means of 
transporting the sick. Its first matron was 
Mrs. Osgood Johnson, widow of a former 
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Principal of Phillips Academy. Mrs. John- 
son was to have her rent for nursing cases 
that befell. No modern trained nurse could 
have better fulfilled her office, for she was an 
extraordinary woman, gifted with splendid 
health, with rare practical wisdom and 
efficiency. She cared for her five children, 
took table boarders, and was ever at the ser- 
vice of neighbors in their emergencies. 

On the corner of Chapel Avenue and Main 
Street stood a stone building originally called 
'' Teachers' Seminary " — used for the non- 
classical department of Phillips Academy. 
Dr. Taylor used it for his classical recitations, 
and a small wooden building placed in the 
rear was given the English Department. 

Dr. Taylor lived in the south side of the 
three-story building now used as a dormitory. 
The north side of this house has had many 
tenants, and here began many lives, among 
them that of Miss Alice French, the author. 

Between Miss Parks' and the Archaeolog- 
ical building stood the Treasurer's office. 
'' Squire Farrar," the treasurer for many 
years, lived in the house now moved down 
Phillips Street, which then stood on the 
corner. He was the great builder for the 
trustees in the days of Seminary growth. 



Many of his constructions have now been 
removed. I remember him as a little old man 
with a smiling face, and always wearing an 
old-fashioned ruffled shirt-bosom. For many 
years he was president of our Andover Bank, 
before local banks became national, and his 
likeness was on our bills. 

My purpose to continue with sketches of 
household history on " the hill " has in some 
measure been forestalled by the " Itinerary 
and Dedication " handbill issued at the time 
of the dedication of the Memorial Stone near 
Rabbit Rock. Still, I will add some items 
not contained therein — and correct what I 
think are errors, e.g. : The house, corner of 
Main and Morton Streets, I saw moved from 
the hill, and it was the barn, not the steward's 
house which was of different shape. My 
recollection is fortified by that of others — 
Mrs. Butterfield and Mrs. Park. 

Second. The " old oak " in the rear of 
Bartlet Chapel is not the one of which Mrs. 
Stowe wrote — that one was nearly in the 
rear of the Stone church. The other is the 
one sacred to the memory of Schauffler, the 
missionary. 

Third. Prof. Stowe boarded at the Samar- 
itan House. His family never resided there. 

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A sacred place is Mr. Stackpole's study. 
Here in 1812 was formed a meeting for 
prayer and for devising ways and means of 
doing good. It was held every Monday even- 
ing — its members were the faculty of the 
Seminary, resident trustees, the Principal of 
Phillips Academy, and the pastor of the 
South Church (Justin Edwards). 

Here was drawn up the paper presented 
to the Association at Bradford which led to 
the formation of the American Board. Here 
was instituted the Monthly Concert of prayer 
for missions, so long observed by our 
churches. Here originated the first Tract 
Society, the first religious newspaper in New 
England, and the Educational Society — 
suggested to Dr. Porter by one in Vermont. 

Here in 1826 was formed the first temper- 
ance organization. The project was by Justin 
Edwards, but endorsed by all the professors. 
Professor Porter's was the first signature to 
the pledge. Seventeen names of students in 
the senior class followed. Of the 194 signa- 
tures, a large majority were theological 
students. 

Here the Bible Society received aid in its 
formation; and the Home Missionary Society 
was the result of suggestions and plans 
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emanating from this sacred place. Later was 
prepared Porter's Rhetorical Reader, long 
used in our public schools. Later still, 
Professor Phelps wrote here those precious 
little books : The Still Hour, The New Birth, 
and other works. 

Mrs. Robbins tells of Madam Porter's zeal 
in good works. Unfortunately it was not 
always zeal directed by wisdom. Callers were 
often taken aside for '' a season of prayer ". 
One of Principal Adams' daughters told me 
that as she was passing Mrs. Porter called 
her in, took her to an upper room, locked 
her in, saying that herself and Miss Mary 
Hasseltine from Bradford would spend the 
day praying for her, and she must pray too. 
No wonder the little girl yielded more tears 
than prayers, and ever after took the opposite 
side of the street in her trips down town. 

Mrs. Farrar was a lady of like mind — 
a terror to the children. 

The Brick House, lately demolished, was 
the printing office and bookstore. Here the 
professors published their books, the eccentric 
Mr. Clough being their much-valued proof- 
reader. For many years the tracts of the 
Tract Society were printed here, though at 
first in the building some of us remember as 



Albert Abbott's store. Here was published 
the first missionary memoir — that of Harriet 
Newell — a work which drew many others 
into foreign missionary fields. Here, too, was 
published the Bibleotheca Sacra, now trans- 
ferred to Oberlin. 

The proprietor of this business, Mr. Draper, 
narrowly escaped death one night at the hands 
of a burglar. Twice had the bookstore been 
robbed at a certain phase of the moon. Mr. 
Draper determined to watch when the season 
returned, and, to be sure, the intruder came. 
Unfortunately, Mr. Draper had laid his pistol 
on a table, and it was seized by the burglar. 
In the scufifle which ensued, Mr. Draper 
received a shot aimed at his head, but fortun- 
ately it did not reach his brain, though his 
face was filled with powder. The young 
man was traced to his home, tried and 
sentenced to State Prison. The same youth 
was suspected of firing the Stone Academy 
and the Punchard School-house. 

Across the street stood the Bindery, now 
removed. Nearly opposite Brechin Library, 
on the Seminary campus, once stood a 
building used as Phillips Academy, and near 
by, on the Elm Avenue, a* dwelling house, 
removed and used by the Cloughs. 
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From 1818 to 1876, Bartlet, now Pearson 
Chapel, was our meeting house. Here we 
heard those unequalled pulpit orators — 
Phelps, Park and Shedd, and many distin- 
guished preachers from other pulpits. 

Originally, the entrance was where now is 
placed the third window from the north. On 
the south end was a false door for uniformity. 
On the right of the entry the structure was 
two-storied, the lower room being the Chapel, 
the upper one the library. On the left there 
were three stories, each containing a lecture 
room. First floor for Seniors, second for 
Middle Class, third for Juniors. 

Mrs. Robbins mentions the custom of 
leaving the Chapel at the close of a service, 
one tier of seats at a time. This was a 
necessity, as there was but one aisle and the 
long pews on either side held ten persons, an 
uncomfortable crowd if all pushed out at once. 
The theologues occupied the back seats on 
the right of the entrance, the Phillipians those 
on the left and those on both sides of the 
pulpit, which were at right angles to the 
body pews. 

The choir always consisted of members of 
the Lockhart Society, a musical club of 



students. Often splendid voices afforded rare 
music. 

How many saintly men have occupied those 
rooms in Phillips Hall and Bartlet Hall! 
What hours of prayer and scenes of personal 
consecration those walls have witnessed! 

I need not speak of the cemetery in the rear 
of these halls which holds so much precious 
dust. 

When Sabbath services were held in Bart- 
let Chapel, the road ran just under the rear 
windows. As the afternoon service was then 
held at three o'clock, just at the time those 
who attended the South Church were return- 
ing to their homes beyond the Seminary, and 
so created some disturbance, the road was 
moved to its present location. 

Before the erection of the present school 
building the exhibitions of Phillips were held 
in the upper story of what is now the Dining 
Hall. Admission was only by ticket, but, even 
so, we crowded the narrow stairway long be- 
fore the door was opened. A stage at the 
opposite end of the hall was reached by the 
performers by a long ladder outside. When 
Gen. N. P. Banks was Governor of Massa- 
chusetts, he was invited to attend an exhibi- 
tion. As he was obliged to leave before the 



close, and exit could not be forced through 
the audience, he descended by the boys' 
ladder — surprising and delighting his boy 
spectators by not crawling down backwards 
in the usual way of decent, but tripping down 
face foremost as in going down stairs. 

In the small park in front of this building, 
on the corner of Main and Salem Streets, was 
" the training ground " of the militia com- 
pany in old times when every town had its 
company. Their arms were kept in a small 
brick building recently removed — called the 
Gun House. On this parade ground in 1789 
General Washington received the greetings of 
the people. When the Civil War broke out 
companies were formed both in the Seminary 
and in the Academy who " trained " here — 
the former calling theirs the Havelock Greys, 
the latter theirs the Ellsworth Guards. The 
classes in the Seminary were greatly depleted 
by the students engaging in the works of the 
Christian and Sanitary Commissions. Ando- 
ver boys were in forty regiments — many in 
the navy. Another story is the work of the 
Andover women for soldiers. But of that 
little park my most thrilling memory is of 
what happened there during the celebration 
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of the fiftieth anniversary of the Seminary, 
August 5, 1858. 

A commodious tent had been pitched here 
where dinner was served that day on tables 
so arranged that, when the after-dinner 
speaking should begin from the platform 
on the west side, no change of seats would 
be required to enable every guest to see, as 
well as hear, the speakers. About fifty ladies 
were admitted by tickets to seats near the 
platform. Multitudes of spectators sur- 
rounded the tent, the sides having been rolled 
up on account of the excessive heat. Interest- 
ing as were the addresses, it is not of them 
I shall tell, but of something not on the pro- 
gram. In these days, when modern science 
has made commonplace what then seemed 
almost miraculous, you can hardly conceive 
or appreciate our excitement that afternoon. 
President Wayland was delivering a eulogy 
upon the character and services of Professor 
Stuart when trustee Alpheus Hardy, arriving 
from Boston, handed the presiding officer a 
paper. The excited looks and hurried 
whisperings of one and another near the 
Chair showed there were tidings of some 
great event. As Dr. Wayland concluded his 
address, the President arose and said, " At 
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the meeting last evening Dr. Budington spoke 
of Dr. Morse (an alumnus) and the great 
submarine enterprise in which he is engaged 

— laying the Atlantic Cable. We little 
thought then that this anniversary would be 
distinguished by the consummation of the 
undertaking." 

Instantly — without waiting for details, the 
multitudes were like people beside themselves 

— they cheered, they shouted, they clapped 
hands and pounded on the tables. Hats were 
swung, handkerchiefs waved — excitement 
was uncontrollable. 

As soon as they could be calmed, the Presi- 
dent read from the paper received — " The 
Atlantic Cable. Successfully laid. The com- 
munication perfect. Arrival at Trinity Bay 
with the particulars following." 

Again and yet again cheers resounded, long 
and loud — eyes were filled with tears, lips 
moved in silent thanksgiving. Numbers were 
on their feet trying to speak. Calls every- 
where arose for prayer and praise, and forth 
from thankful hearts pealed '' Praise God 
from whom all blessings flow," and again — 
" Jesus shall reign where'er the sun 
Does his successive journeys run." 

Lips moved in ecstasy that never before 
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joined in song. For the feeling was that 
hereby was forged a new Hnk in the chain 
uniting nations, a step in the fulfillment of 
the prophecy that all shall become kingdoms 
of our Lord. 

How deplorable was the destruction (1887) 
of the Mansion House erected for the resi- 
dence of Judge Phillips (1782). We pointed 
to it with pride as the place where so many 
distinguished guests had been entertained, 
e. g. Washington, Lafayette, Jackson, and 
Webster. 

Mr. Sawyer's house was built by Dea. Mark 
Newman (1811) when Principal of Phillips 
Academy. Here Oliver Wendell Holmes 
boarded when a pupil in the Academy. His 
exhibition ode was delivered in the old brick 
academy close b}^ his centennial ode in the 
great tent, 1878. Here Professor Emerson 
harbored fugitive slaves ■ — notwithstanding 
the old statement that all the professors were 
'' pro-slavery." 

Mark Newman after entering the book 
business exchanged this property with the 
trustees for the estate Samuel Abbott had left 
them near the South Church. Mr. Abbott's 
store was on the knoll between the church 
and his house — now Mrs. Joseph W. Smith's 



home. ■ Mrs. Coburn told me that, looking 
over the early deeds, she found that the plot 
nearest the church was given to the church 
on condition no buildings should be put on 
it or any trees planted. Dame Nature has 
put the trees there. 

When the founders of Abbot Academy 
were seeking a building lot they first selected 
one on Main Street, but the mothers of 
expected pupils objected to it as so many 
students used that street. So Dea. Newman 
gave them the land on which it was built. 
He ended his days in the house once standing 
where we now have Christ Church — the 
house having formerly been one of Andover's 
numerous taverns. 

Many buildings we used to see have now 
disappeared from the hill — the old store, the 
farmhouse moved to Morton Street, Squire 
Farrar's, the house now demolished which 
stood on Phillips Street. Here lived the first 
Principals of Phillips, the first professors in 
the Seminary. Here were delivered the first 
theological lectures, 1808. Later it became a 
'^ Commons house " for the boys. During the 
siege of Boston a part of Harvard College 
library was stored here. 

Gone are the rows of wooden dormitories 
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— for classical students on Phillips Street, 
for English below the Academy. A small 
schoolhouse once stood just above Prof. 
Stone's on Main Street. It may have been 
the one mentioned by Mrs. Robbins. The 
southern half of the lower floor of Miss 
Cheever's house used to be a bookstore kept 
by William Peirce. The two doors opened 
on a long platform, and on its eastern end 
stood the sign — a large book. 

Eliphalet Pearson, the first Principal of 
Phillips Academy, was very active in the 
founding of the Seminary and securing its 
location here. He projected the sites for the 
buildings, planned the lawns and avenues, and, 
with his own hands, set out many of the trees 

— the beautiful elms we so much admire. 
The sidewalks were made by the students. In 
those early days, when there were no lawn- 
mowers, the students used to mow the grass 
around the professors' houses. 

William Bartlet, with whose gifts so many 
of the houses were built, was a sea captain of 
the old-fashioned sort, when captains owned 
the vessels they commanded. His home was 
in Newburyport. Unwilling to have his por- 
trait taken, the dim likeness in the Seminary 
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library was obtained by the artist watching 
him when he was not aware of his object. 

The house on Main Street where S. F. 
Smith wrote '' America," is well known. It 
was then a much smaller house. Opposite 
was the home of Prof. B. B. Edwards where 
his widow opened a '' family school," dubbed 
by the Phillips boys the Nunnery, to distin- 
guish its pupils from the '' Fem. Sems." 

Far over the hill, on that curve in the road 
to Sunset Rock opposite the large farmhouse, 
once stood a cottage sometime occupied by 
Lowell Mason, the writer of so much of our 
sacred music, \\nien Neesima was brought 
to Andover he was placed in charge of Miss 
Mary Hidden, who lived where Mr. Knox 
lives. Who can tell how much Japan owes 
to her Christian influence and instruction! 

Professor Stone's house was the residence 
of Mrs. Sarah Abbot at the time of her giving 
the money which built Abbot Academy. Her 
maiden name was Abbot — her birthplace the 
old homestead on Central Street. Both her 
husband and herself were descendants of 
George Abbot, one of Andover's first settlers, 
who came over in the Arbella with Winthrop 
and Bradstreet in 1630. One branch of the 
family married with the Lawrences, whose 



descendants founded the city of Lawrence. 
George Abbot built on Central Street before 
1676. Mrs. Sarah Abbot is described by 
early pupils of the school who loved to visit 
her, as " a small, demure old lady " — " very 
deaf, but hospitable, and ladylike." Another 
calls her '' a woman of a prayerful spirit." 

When the little Hawaiian boy, Obookiah, 
was brought to Andover by Samuel J. Mills, 
he was placed in Mrs. Abbot's care for two 
years. In his memoirs it is recorded that he 
often came to Mrs. Abbot's room (in the old 
Stewards House) and knelt by her and 
prayed — an incident revealing her kindness 
and piety. Out of the interest aroused by this 
little waif grew the missions to his native 
islands. Mrs. Abbot died February, 1848, 
aged eighty-six. 

Down town in the Masonic Hall, in the old 
bank building, used to be held every winter 
courses of lectures. Here we heard Emerson, 
Holmes, and other great men of those times. 
We had no Town Hall. I remember the Post 
Office as located in many different buildings 
at various times. A recent article in the 
Townsman states that Valpey's market was 
formerly a tailor's shop kept by John Derby. 
Mr. Derby kept a variety store — dry goods 
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and groceries. On the second floor was a 
tailor's shop kept by Wilham Millett. 

The South Church was the mother of all 
the others. The first house was built in 171 1. 
Its first daughter was the Seminary Chapel 
in 181 6. In 1826 the West Parish seceded, 
in 1832 the Baptist began its history, in 1835 
Christ Church was built by Abraham Marland 
and sons, who, coming from England, wanted 
homelike worship. In 1846 the Free Church, 
chiefly by the instrumentality of John Smith, 
took the abandoned Methodist meeting-house, 
which had stood on Main Street near Morton. 
Divided into three sections it was moved 
down the hills to the spot it has occupied so 
long. The Universalist Church stood on the 
corner of Main Street and Punchard Avenue. 
When closed to public worship it was used 
for a Grammar School, but at last moved 
up to a farmhouse just off Main Street and 
is still used as a barn. 

One Old South pastor was for a ^vhile 
Principal of Abbot Academy. Afterward he 
became interested in bee culture. Another 
was for many years treasurer of the American 
Home Missionary Society. Of him it is 
related that he was dismissed from this 
church because the deacon's wife reported 



seeing him kiss his wife Sunday morning. 
This is credible, for in Weiden's Economic 
History we are told that in old times mothers 
were forbidden to kiss their babies on Sunday. 

Another pastor, going to California, 
founded The Pacific which is for that region 
what The Congrcgationalist is for us. Also 
the Pacific Theological Seminary was created 
principally through his efforts. 

In 1832, the year of South Carolina's first 
efforts at secession, it happened that the West 
Church pastor had been sent South by physi- 
cians to spend the winter. The Nullifiers 
were then holding their conventions in 
Columbia and Charleston which he visited. 
The sessions were strictly private, but some- 
how a friend obtained admission for fhim. 
Being known as a preacher he was asked to 
act as chaplain. Of course he could pray for 
them, much as he deprecated their acts. His 
wife spent the winter with her parents in 
Boston. Naturally he wrote to her of what 
interested him so much. In those days letters 
were about four weeks in getting from South 
Carolina to Boston. Editors had fewer 
means of obtaining news. It chanced that 
one of the callers on the family in Boston was 
the editor of the Boston Atlas. A natural 
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question of his was, '' What do you hear from 
your husband?" The letters thoughtlessly 
given to him were a prize, for no other paper 
could obtain such tidings, and the country 
was in great excitement. 

But when The Atlas reached the South 
there was a tempest. Some traitor had 
divulged their secrets! Had the preacher 
been suspected of being the informer his 
person would have decorated a lamp-post. 

The last slave born in Andover was Rose 
Coburn, who died in 1859, aged ninety-two. 
Cato Phillips died about seven years before. 
Slaves were freed here in 1780. Buried in 
the Chapel Cemetery is the colored servant 
of President Porter. 

I have recently learned that the Governor 
of Porto Rico, Mr. Cotton, is grandson of 
Samuel Maclanathen, a former resident of 
West Parish, living not far beyond the ceme- 
tery. Anotlier descendant from West Parish 
ancestors is Calvin A. Frye, the secretary of 
the late Mary Baker Eddy. 

Until a few years ago curfew was rung at 
nine o'clock from the South Church steeple. 

Looking over old family papers, I came 
across an aged poster, on which are printed 
the laws for keeping the Sabbath and giving 
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the names of the four " tithing men " for 
Andover, who were appointed to compel the 
observance of these laws. Two of the names 
were familiar — Asa Abbot and Ezra Ingalls. 
There is no date on the poster. Tithing men 
were chosen by the town or the selectmen and 
were fined if they declined to serve. In the 
South Church they used to occupy a front seat 
in the gallery — each man carrying a white 
pole five or six feet long, his staff of office, 
the emblem of his dignity and power. In his 
right hand he held a short hazel rod, which, 
with all his might he would bring down with 
a ringing slap, even in the midst of the 
sermon, to awaken a sleeper or terrify a play- 
ful urchin or a whisperer. 

In those days the women sat in the left 
gallery, the men in the right. 

You are all familiar with that part of our 
first railroad which passes through the 
grounds of Miss Means and Mr. Thomson. 
Here all along the route crowds gathered 
August 6, 1836, to see the first train of cars 
come in. The road crossed School Street just 
at its junction with Central Street. Over the 
track was a high bridge. Then the track 
crossed Mr. Cann's grounds, and beyond 
crossed Central Street and Essex Street, Mr. 

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Michael Walsh's store being the station. 
Thence it went across Main Street just above 
the Rubber Works, the site at that time of 
railroad machine shops — a very dangerous 
grade crossing, as the buildings concealed 
coming trains. In those times there were no 
gates or flagmen. 

When the cars first ran from Andover to 
Wilmington — then the end of the line, for 
there it connected with the Lowell road — the 
girls from Abbot Academy went on an 
excursion to Wilmington to pick berries, and 
wait for the returning train. One young lady 
fell into a ditch full of mud and water. At a 
nearby farmhouse her clothes were drying 
before the fire in the open fireplace, her 
stockings suspended on the hooks that hung 
from the crane, when the engine whistled and 
rung the bell for the picnic party to return, 
but the unfortunate miss refused to start till 
she was ready, so the train waited for her. 

And now we will return to the hill. On 
our way we shall pass Abbot Academy — 
" the first house built in New England, by a 
corporation, for the exclusive use of educating 
women " — for Ida Tarbell is Ynistaken when 
she states in a recent magazine article that 
Mount Holyoke Seminary was the first. 
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On we go to the home of Harriet Beecher 
Stowe, who in a talk to the girls at Abbot, 
before the days when ladies were accepted 
public speakers, advanced the opinion that 
women should do whatever their gifts quali- 
fied them to do. If they tried public speaking 
their audiences would soon decide their fitness. 
Her own view of woman's sphere was that it 
was that of the home maker, but not of the 
merely housekeeper. 

She was hardly a model housekeeper her- 
self. When the proceeds from her writings 
enabled her to pay a housekeeper, this good 
lady — the model for Miss Prissy in " The 
Minister's Wooing " — used to amuse us by 
her tales of things as she found them at her 
advent. 

Mrs. Stowe's study was on the lower floor, 
between the parlor and the stairway. Here 
she wrote " The Key," " Dred," " Pink and 
White Tyranny," and all her later books. 
The adulation paid her abroad by people of 
great renown and rank never changed her 
quiet, simple manners, her unaffected kind- 
ness and friendliness. The offerings of all 
nations adorned her apartments. Here first 
was shown that portrait, always copied for 
writers of books and magazines, which isn't 
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and never was, a likeness. She always wore 
her front hair in loose curls over her ears, — 
in the portrait it is carried back, etc. She 
was very hospitable. Grand times we young 
neighbors had then! Indeed it was the 
merriest epoch in '' hill " history. The stern 
sway of Ma'am Porter and Ma'am Farrar 
was past. In winter we had levees every fort- 
night at the professors' houses, besides parties 
musical and social, walks, drives, and much 
tea-drinking together. There were large 
households in those days. One professor had 
nine children, and the theologues were 
numerous and pervasive. At Mrs. Stowe's, 
Prof. Stowe used to convulse us with his 
mimicry. So great was the gaiety fostered 
by Mrs. Stowe that the trustees began to 
frown on it as too much dissipation for the 
students. It was when Mrs. Stowe's father, 
Dr. Lyman Beecher, was President of Lane 
Seminary, and Mr. Stowe was a professor 
there and a widower, that Harriet Beecher 
became Mrs. Stowe. His first wife, who died 
soon after her marriage, was Eliza Tyler. 
Mrs. H. B. Stowe's first children were twins, 
whom she named, one Harriet Beecher and 
the other Eliza Tyler. 

In "Old Town Folks" Mrs. Stowe at- 
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tributes to her hero, Horace, singular 
psychological states. These states, and even 
some of the incidents, are reproductions of 
Professor Stowe's actual experiences. The 
presence of his first wife in his study at the 
Stowe house was often vividly real to him. 
She had been a very beautiful young lady, and 
Mr. Stowe was the successful rival of an 
artist. The disappointed artist never married. 
Years after, when his life was fading away, 
her image filled his thoughts and he deter- 
mined that his last work should be her 
portrait. As he worked, strength failed, but 
he struggled on to its completion and soon 
passed away. The likeness he bequeathed to 
Professor Stowe. It hung in his study — the 
front room toward Main Street, second floor. 
When my father first moved from West 
Parish to the hill, 1851, Professor Stuart and 
wife were still living. He (the professor) 
died the following year. The first and most 
eminent Hebrew scholar in this country, he 
communicated to his pupils in that now dis- 
credited study, much of his own enthusiasm. 
Mrs. Stuart's biography has been preserved in 
a published eulogy by Professor Park. Of 
their four daughters, Elizabeth was at that 
time the wife of Professor Phelps, then 
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pastor of Pine Street Church, Boston. Later 
Sarah became the wife of R. D. C. Robbins, 
a man of striking physique, assistant librarian 
of the Seminary hbrary. Mary Stuart be- 
came the second wife of Professor Phelps. 
Before (?) her marriage she translated many 
German works, at that time a rare achieve- 
ment. Abby became the wife of Rev. George 
Anthony. 

Prof. Stuart and Dr. Woods, his associate 
professor, were men as unlike each other in 
character as in face and figure. Stuart was 
alert, restless, nervous — Woods of benign 
countenance and cordial manners, the great 
theologian of his day. '* The evil that men do 
lives after them ; the good is oft interred with 
their bones," says the poet. So we remember 
Woods by his foible — his grasp upon money. 
Of this, many amusing anecdotes are told. 
Here is one I received from Mrs. Albert 
Abbott. In his day we had no caterers, and 
party refreshments were usually nuts, raisins, 
and apples. Dr. Woods when anticipating 
such an occasion at his house, went to Widow 
Johnson asking for some of her " nice 
apples," supposed to be better than his own. 
Then he went to Mr. Abbott whose store was 
on the corner down below Mr. Sawyer's, and 
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taking a quantity of rags, asked Mr. Abbott 
to exchange them for nuts. Mr. Abbott was 
not in the way of doing business by barter, 
but did not know how to refuse Dr. Woods. 
In the evening many guests found uncracked 
nuts on their plates. These were frugally re- 
turned to Mr. Abbott with the request of 
money in exchange. 

Two of Dr. Woods' daughters, Mrs. Law- 
rence and Mrs. Baker became authors of some 
distinction. 

A subsequent dweller in the home built for 
Dr. Woods was Prof. Elijah Barrows, a good 
man tho' not equaling in popularity as a 
preacher his brother professors. One Sun- 
day a notable preacher from abroad was ex- 
pected to supply the pulpit but failed to ap- 
pear. It was necessary for Professor Bar- 
rows to meet the emergency. Aware of the 
disappointment his own appearance created, 
he looked solemnly over his spectacles and 
announced his text, " What doest thou here, 
Elijah." Scowls turned at once to smiles. 
Ida Tarbell in her articles on " Prominent 
Women in this Country,'* has truthfully told 
how conservatives were prejudiced against the 
abolishionist movement, by its women taking 
up public speaking in its behalf. I remember 
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well the prejudice thus excited here. Saint 
Paul was freely quoted in condemnation. Not 
until the Civil War gave us such patriotic and 
eloquent orators as Anna Dickinson did we 
yield toleration. 

Now it happened the Rev. Wm. B. Brown, 
pastor of the Free Church, was visited by his 
sister, Miss Antoinette Brown, a graduate of 
Oberlin and a licensed preacher. The lecture 
committee invited her to give one of the 
lectures in our course that winter. Prof. 
Barrows had already engaged to be one of 
the lecturers, but as soon as he heard that Miss 
Barnes was on the list, he withdrew. At 
Abbot the cantata, " The Haymakers," was 
given by the pupils. A little hay was piled on 
the platform to be tossed in accompaniment 
to the music. But as soon as acting began, 
Professor Barrows arose, called to his daugh- 
ter, *' Sarah, this is no place for us," and left. 
I am told his grandchildren now act in 
dramas. 

Professor Phelps was but twenty-eight 
years old when elected to his professorship 
here. He was but twenty-two when settled 
as pastor over a Boston church. No wonder 
his health failed early in his life. What a 
preacher he was! A lady, herself a person 
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of rare scholarship and piety, said on hearing 
him, '' He seemed to have come to us direct 
from the throne of God to dehver a message 
from Heaven, whither he expected at once 
to return." 

Professor Shedd used to stir up our con- 
sciences mightily. The students had a saying, 
'' Professor Shedd preaches the law — Pro- 
fessor Phelps the Gospel." 

Professor Park! How can one in a few 
words compress a full, adequate appreciation 
or communicate to others a just impression of 
his value as a citizen, a teacher, a leader of 
thought for more than a generation! 

An aged dweller on Main Street once said, 
'' I love to see that man walk past my house, 
he looks so like the Almighty, so grand and 
solemn!" As Professor Park once said of 
his neighbor, Samuel Taylor, " The very 
presence of such a man makes for righteous- 
ness," so of himself we realized that we were 
uplifted by his outgoing and incoming among 
us. Without him, Andover can never be the 
same as in his day. Of him, as a theologian, 
nothing can be added to the delineation given 
by Dr. R. S. Storrs. When he preached the 
house could not contain the eager crowds. 
The students followed him wherever he was 
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to speak. Even when, like Paul at Troas, " he 
was long preaching," the Academy boys hung 
spellbound upon his words and could recall 
them long years afterwards. A teacher from 
Abbot Academy who had heard his fame, 
was asked after hearing him if her expecta- 
tions were realized. She replied, " I feel as 
if I had been hearing Plato or one of the old 
philosophers." 

Besides his great thoughts and rare rhetori- 
cal gift, there was an indescribable something 
in his intonations which lifted common words 
into majesty, pathos, sublimity, and made 
them thrill. 

Although his intellect chiefly impressed his 
students in the classroom, he had the tenderest 
sensibility, quick sympathy and deep religious 
feeling. In the revival in 1857 Iwhich so 
stirred our academies, no one else engaged in 
the meetings with such intense interest as 
Professor Park. Often as he opened the way 
to eternal life to the young and urged them 
to enter, his tears flowed and his emotion 
became almost too great to control. Not to 
his students was it granted to see him, as I 
have, in his visits to the sick, and heard him 
administer comfort to the dying by tender 
guidance through " the Dark Valley." Then 

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how we ever looked to him for consolation 
when we laid our beloved in their last resting- 
places. He had no equal in funeral sermons 
and eulogies — though never extravagant nor 
attributing fictitious virtues. 

Of his capacity for friendship he gave 
proof in his undying regard for his neighbor 
and associate, Bela B. Edwards. His keen 
sense of humor was the delight of his friends. 
Strange that such a man should, from his 
earliest connection with the Seminary, be the 
target for criticism and depreciation. Prof. 
Barrows once facetiously remarked, in allu- 
sion to his disposition, as we came down the 
avenue from Chapel through ankle-deep mud. 
'' Now I suppose somebody will be blaming 
Professor Park for this mud." 

It was Professor Park who gave the 
Seminary its greatest renow^n, extending to 
other lands and drawing hither distinguished 
visitors from abroad. If one doubts it was 
his popularity which drew students, let him 
examine the catalogues and see how the 
middle class — his class — always exceeded 
the others in numbers. 

As I have said, he was always the victim of 
detraction; for an example of false reports, 
when Professor Shedd left the Seminar}-, it 
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was said because Professor Park persecuted 
him for his different theological opinions. 
But Mrs. Shedd, when making her parting- 
call at our house, alluded to this rumor and 
emphatically denied its truth, affirming that 
their relations had always been cordial and 
delightful. 

Alas! that his old age was so saddened by 
unkind neglect and misrepresentation! The 
burden of old age with its consciousness of 
failing vigor of body and mind, the giving up 
of occupations which have given life its sig- 
nificance and value, the being left out and 
passed by in the new interests and activities 
of a younger generation — this is enough 
without the assaults of the envious. 

Then, among the most observed dwellers 
on the hill was Dr. Samuel Taylor, popularly 
known as " Uncle Sam." His massive frame 
seemed replete with strength, and a force of 
character corresponded with the powerful 
physique. A puritan conscience was the key- 
stone of his mental structure. Woe to the 
idler, the sly-boots in that day! He believed 
in the moral efficiency of severity, for to him 
" life was real, life was earnest." Yet many 
an old pupil could testify to his beneficience. 
He was the leading classical scholar and 
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teacher of his generation. Now-a-days we 
hear the great teachers of the past spoken of 
as " mere grammarians." While Dr. Taylor's 
little book, ''Method of Classical Study," 
shows how deeply he entered into the analysis 
of language, what thoroughness he required, 
it indicates his attention to as much rhetorical 
quality as a young student is usually able to 
appreciate. 

It was my privilege to be one of the only 
private class he ever consented to instruct. 
For years I never saw a fair morning dawn 
without recalling Dr. Taylor's rendering of 
the opening lines of the Fourth Book of the 
Aeneid — the discrimination and enthusiasm 
with which he compared these descriptive 
epithets with similar passages in English poets. 

What a worker he was ! Taking upon him- 
self the entire government of the school, hear- 
ing all the recitations of the senior class, being 
also clerk of the board of trustees, joint editor 
with Professor Park of the Bihliotheca Sacra 
and librarian of the Seminary library, yet he 
was always the one relied upon to arrange the 
details and superintend the execution of every 
public service of " the hill." Phillips Academy 
was not then so large a school, and the 

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librarian had an assistant. Also Dr. Taylor's 
wife was a helpmeet. 

Time fails to tell of those who built up the 
business of Andover. In the Souvenir of the 
250th Anniversary, published by the Towns- 
man in 1896, this information is given. 

Many '' firsts " are credited to Andover — 
of the manufacture of flax, 1836; the powder 
mill in Marland Village; the first piece of 
worsted goods, Ballardvale 1842. The first 
American poetess was Anne Bradstreet of 
North Andover. Our theological seminary 
was the first theological school incorporated 
in this country. Phillips Academy was the 
first of its kind in the state and the country, 
and, as has been mentioned, Abbot Academy 
was the first incorporated school for girls only. 

The November Club was the first woman's 
club to build and own its house in this state. 



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